Giftige stoffer og imaginære tall

Fordi jeg var så flink og stod opp "tidlig" i går, følte jeg at jeg kunne sove litt lenger i dag. Nærmere sagt til ett. Nesten. Det er vel unødvendig for meg å fortelle dere at denne dagen har vært ufruktbar. Jeg har da nesten blitt ferdig med forhåndsrapporten til preparativ uorganisk kjemi, men ellers har jeg ikke gjort noe annet enn å dusje, spise, kutte meg selv og endre malen på bloggen min.
La meg forklare meg litt nærmere når det gjelder "kutte meg"-delen, slik at dere de av dere som tror jeg er i stand til å kutt meg selv med vilje ikke tror at jeg skriver fra underverdenen. Noen kutter seg når de skal lage mat, altså mens de kutter opp grønnsaker eller liknende. Jeg kutter meg når jeg skal vaske kniven. Det blør ikke så mye nå, men jeg følte meg temmelig handikappet der og da. Sukk, jeg blir nok ingen god husmor.
I morgen begynner klagingen igjen. fra meg, altså. Jeg tror jammen jeg begynner nå. SKOLE FRA ÅTTE TIL SJU!!! SLAVEDRIVERE!!! SADISTER!!! Osv... Jeg overlever vel.
Jeg er ikke helt meg selv. Dette skjer hver måned. Mary J. Blige forklarer det vel bedre enn meg. Peace out.

I wanna talk to the ladies tonight
About situation I'm pretty sure y'all be able to relate to
Trust me

Today I'm not feelin pretty
See I'm feeling quite ugly
Havin one of this days
When I cant make up my mind
So don't even look at me
See I don't wanna hear your problem
Cause I'm having some of my own
I know it was not your fault
That I'm feelin down
I just wanna be left alone

Down I'm down and out in depression
I think the worst of everything
My lower back is achin'
And my clothes don't fit
Now aint that a bitch

Got an attitude and I aint talkin to you
Only if the shoe'd fit
I don't care what you think about me
I don't need you cryin' around me
Don't need your sympathy
I don't need it, no no
PMS

Go through something in nights
Is the some at day
I don't need to understand
Where I'm coming from tonight
See I'm feelin messin
Told you, you would be able to late tonight
My lower back is achin'
PMS

And I don't know what I'm gonna do
I'm fulled stressed
I want y'all to hear what I'm sayin
PMS, PMS, PMS

Understand what I'm sayin tonight
Understand where I'm comin from
Feelin really bitch yeah
And I don't feel like be a nice to nobody
Don't feel like smilin no
Don't feel like smilin no no
See I already know that I'm talkin
PMS

And I don't need you to remind me
See cause PMS
Is takin no all right now
if you understand, understand where I'm comin from
Sing along, PMS
This is the worst part of everything
The worst part of being a woman is PMS
Give me a break, give me a break
Cause I don't wanna have to set it on tonight

Herre Jemini, hva har jeg gjort?